Paul looked at her smug face and the corners of his mouth raised, "I’d like to have Beef Wellington today. The taste has to be about 70 percent similar to the one made in the Red House Restaurant. If I don't like it, I'll ask Jacob to not be in a hurry and only deal with your exposé after a week."
Jasmine's smile froze. She gritted her teeth and scowled at him, "Mr. Clinton, you've gone too far. If we wait for another week, I'll lose my job!"
"It'll just be a transfer at most. You'll still be at the TV station." Paul sat there leisurely and said nonchalantly, "So you’ll have to cook the steak carefully. If I'm satisfied, maybe the news about you will disappear by tomorrow morning. If I’m displeased..."
Jasmine understood what he was going to say next.
She suppressed her rage and squeez
